第5章 4
Ill worthie I such title should belong
To me transgressour, who for thee ordaind
A help, became thy snare; to mee reproach [ 165 ]
Rather belongs, distrust and all dispraise:
But infinite in pardon was my Judge,
That I who first brought Death on all, am gract
The sourse of life; next favourable thou,
Who highly thus to entitle me voutsafst, [ 170 ]
Farr other name deserving. But the Field
To labour calls us now with sweat imposd,
Though after sleepless Night; for see the Morn,
All unconcernd with our unrest, begins
Her rosie progress smiling; let us forth, [ 175 ]
I never from thy side henceforth to stray,
Wherere our days work lies, though now enjoind
Laborious, till day droop; while here we dwell,
What can be toilsom in these pleasant Walkes?
Here let us live, though in falln state, content. [ 180 ]
So spake, so wishd much-humbld Eve, but Fate
Subscribd not; Nature first gave Signs, imprest
On Bird, Beast, Aire, Aire suddenly eclipsd
After short blush of Morn; nigh in her sight
The Bird of Jove, stoopt from his aerie tour, [ 185 ]
Two Birds of gayest plume before him drove:
Down from a Hill the Beast that reigns in Woods,
First hunter then, pursud a gentle brace,
Goodliest of all the Forrest, Hart and Hinde;
Direct to th Eastern Gate was bent thir flight. [ 190 ]
Adam observd, and with his Eye the chase
Pursuing, not unmovd to Eve thus spake.
O Eve, some furder change awaits us nigh,
Which Heavn by these mute signs in Nature shews
Forerunners of his purpose, or to warn [ 195 ]
Us haply too secure of our discharge
From penaltie, because from death releast
Some days; how long, and what till then our life,
Who knows, or more then this, that we are dust,
And thither must return and be no more. [ 200 ]